Aw shit
 let that pussy nigga write whats out
 ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers
 what, what
     
 [Chorus 1] - repeat 2X
 Test that nigga, rush that nigga
 get that nigga, man bust that nigga
   
 [Chorus 2]
 You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
 you wanna go and try to steal my clothes 
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, 
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
 You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
 You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz, 
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
 
 [Verse 1] 
 The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch
 Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
 She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
 See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub
 She come to move the crew
 I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
 I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine
 It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ??
 Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit
 Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
 I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
 Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now
 These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em
 I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper
 They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator
 I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator
 BITCH, I'll see ya later
 
 [Verse 2]
 I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes
 Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds
 Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends
 But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
 It take long time, but now a nigga livin good
 Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods
 If you didnt know TD drop thangs, 
 put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
 CAN YOU HANG?
 
 [Chorus 1]
 You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
 You got anamocity on yo chest
 Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, 
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
 You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
 You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
 Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz, 
 Brang yo azz out doz
   
 [Verse 3]
 Mayhem, double hands on the above
 To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em
 Murderers, killas, thug niggas
 Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers, 
 East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
 Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug 
 Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out
 They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out
 Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean
 Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
 You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
 Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
 Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
 Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville
 I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book
 I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be
 'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet
   
 [Verse 4]
 Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it
 Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man
 Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers
 comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water
 My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today
 Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me
 And scream "free me"
 Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots
 And altitudes, my niggas she botilary
 For bustas who be talkin shit
   
 [Chorus 1]  
 You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
 You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
 You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
 You got anamocity on yo chest
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
 nigga brang yo azz out doz
   
 [Verse 5]  
 It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes
 You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
 See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
 Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair
 Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda
 She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles
 Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans
 Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone
   
 [Verse 6]
 The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
 It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off
 Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin
 Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer
 Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
 Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
 So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up
 'fore you get slapped up like biscuits
 Sucked on like incense
   
 [Chorus 2]  
 You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
 You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
 You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
 You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
 Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
 nigga, brang yo azz out doz
   
 If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
 You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)
   
 Test that nigga, rush that nigga,
 get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X)
   
 I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
 If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)